Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 61 The Sick Lord Wen Protects His Wife

Saying this would not make Hua Xueli a very dignified person.

It will only show her bitch and Bailian's specials to the fullest.

At the same time, her status as No. 1 yuan in the imperial capital has also been lowered.

It's just a pity that there always seem to be a few blind people in Wen's family present who don't know people clearly.

The Wen family was shocked by this scene, especially Mrs. Wen, who stood up in fright.

Butler Wen didn't step forward to help her, but the old man had already stepped forward to hold Hua Xueli's hand, looking at her blistered hand with distressed expression.

The old man showed his true feelings, with pity and distress in his eyes, "Housekeeper Wen, go get the medicine and ice cubes."

Hua Xueli's scorched hand was pulled by Mrs. Wen, she smiled, and didn't care to comfort Mrs. Wen: "Grandma, a little burn, it's fine."

Having said that, Hua Xueli looked towards Wuyao, "Sister, you won't be angry, will you?"

"If my sister is angry, I will apologize to my sister and hope that my sister will forgive me for my rashness."

Faced with Hua Xueli's timely apology, Wuyao looked like a high mountain who was far away from the sky and ignored it.

She was wearing a white cheongsam, sitting beside Wen Tao, straightening her waist.

The charming and pure winking eyes looked at Hua Xueli who was possessed by a playful spirit without any waves, with her chin in her hand, her eyes were like cold pools.

"The little mouth is so beautiful, if you can talk, talk more, I'm listening."

Qingmei's eyes drooped and fell on Hua Xueli's red and swollen back of her hand, and the corners of Wuyao's mouth curled into a slight sarcasm.

How hot is the tea she can drink.

That hot red hand was too much drama.

One bite, one sister, have you read too many novels by Hua Shirley?
This flower, Shirley, looks like a thoughtful master.

But the things in his head are too superficial, and his secrets will be revealed as soon as he makes a move, too low-end and low.

Facing Fifth Yao's cynicism, Hua Xueli always had a smiling attitude, but she was very disdainful in her heart.

Mrs. Wen felt sorry for Hua Xueli, and she was very angry with Wuyao's attitude, but it was because Wen Tao was not easy to get angry.

Glancing at Wu Wuyao, Mrs. Wen pulled Hua Xueli to sit down, took the ice cubes that Butler Wen handed over, and wrapped Hua Xueli's hands.

Enjoying Mrs. Wen's service with peace of mind, Hua Xueli looked at Wen Tao and decided to carry out the spirit of tea art to the end.

She looked at Wen Tao, her voice was sweet and slightly apologetic: "Wen Tao, I'm really sorry, I spilled your wife's tea."

Regarding Hua Xueli's coquettish manipulation, Wen Tao ignored it here, and was so stingy that he didn't even give her a look.

Wuyao's tea is overturned by Hua Xueli, and the servant serves new tea.

Picking up the hot tea, Wuyao was about to drink it when Wen Tao reached out and took the tea from her hand.

Wu Wuyao glanced at him, her eyes were as charming as silk, but without the slightest warmth, "Why, don't you let me drink?"

Putting down the hot tea cut off from Wuyao, Wen Tao picked up his cup and put it in Wuyao's hand, his voice was cool: "Your cup is hot, but mine is just right."

His special treatment immediately aroused the surprise of the Wen family.

In their perception, Wen Tao is not a womanizer, doesn't know how to be compassionate and sympathetic, and is a patient with serious eccentricities.

But ever since Wuyao, the little wife, was brought home by him, he still seems to be like that, but he doesn't seem to be.

Something is quietly changing, exuding a dangerous atmosphere.

Fifth Yao didn't answer Wen Tao's words, but just sipped the tea he handed him.

Wen Tao watched Wuyao drink the tea he handed him with gentle phoenix eyes, and then looked at Hua Xueli, his eyes were dull, his voice was low and cold, and his words were heartbreaking.

"My wife likes to be quiet and doesn't like to make trouble. Don't provoke her if you play too much. If you make her anxious and she makes a scene, I will only be responsible for cleaning up the mess."

"Furthermore, my wife is delicate and weak, the tea she can drink will not burn your delicate hands."

　Good evening ヽ()!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)